The Waiting of Love Ustadz Riza
Assisting
Sunday morning. Jihan has prepared breakfast. The woman was now jogging around her large palace. "Mother." Call Juma off to compensate for his mother's casual run. "Hey." Jihan smiled. The youngest always accompanied him when the morning sport is different with his brother who is lazy to exercise like the Father. "Mother let's go look at Lucifer and Artes." Take Juma. "Come on." Jihan holding her son's hand ran down the path to the backyard.
Riza joined those who were ready at the dinner table. "Where's Juma's mom?" Ask the guy. "Again jogging Well. We're told to have breakfast first." Answer Jalwa. "Not breakfast. I forgot to eat breakfast." Gerutu Riza was about to stand up from sitting directly at her in-laws' prevent. "Let Za. Don't bother them. Later also breakfast." Said Papa. Riza could only obey then sit back in her chair.
Jihan and Juma took out the horse. They led the two animals of different colors to the field. "Wear the helmet." Said Jihan putting head protection on her son. He also fitted elbow and knee protectors for Juma. The boy only learned to ride a horse a year ago. So Jihan was worried that Juma would fall. "Let's go up." Her speech. Finished helping his son Jihan also ride onto his dark horse. He spurred the gallant animal slowly while watching Juma from behind.
Riza, Papa and her two children approached Jihan who was busy joking with Juma. "Sir. Jumas. Breakfast first." Shouted Riza because of their considerable distance. Jihan and her youngest son approached on a horse. "Later first. Not hungry yet." Answer Jihan. "Yes. I drank milk. Still full Dad." The teenager chimed. "Judek. Stop playing the horse." Jihan shook her head. "It's just warming up." He said as he moved the rope until the dark horse ran quickly leaving them. "Mothers. Wait." Wait." Juma said following the woman. "They are." Mumbled Jaffan decided to sit down followed by his twin brother.
Juma wiped his mother's sweat and held Jihan's hand toward everyone waiting. "Drink first." Said Riza handing over the bottle for the wife. Jihan sat down and drank, followed by Juma. "You take a shower first." Said the woman passed away followed by her son. "Nempel teros." Sindir Jaffan while shouting but his sister does not care to keep chasing the Mother.
Riza continued to follow his wife until she reached the kitchen. Jihan is busy with her activities making cappucino. "Which child?" The woman asked as she lifted her cup when she finished. "Still behind maybe." Answer Riza.
Both of them are now sitting together on the back porch enjoying the atmosphere of the garden that is so soothing to the eyes. "Mother." Jaffan came with his two younger siblings to join. Riza gave a breath. There is no time alone with his wife other than sleep. Because his three children were so unwilling to escape from Jihan.
"Hm. Since everything has been gathered there is something I want to say." Said the Woman. "What's? You want something?" Ask Jalwa. "No. I want to tell you that I want to climb a mountain in the central Java area next week." They widened their eyes to hear what had just come out of their mother's mouth. "Sir. Why anyway? Don't be weird." The word Riza is taken by the children. "Yes. You don't have to be weird. We support all of Mom's will. But for this one Big No." Jaffan said firmly. He was worried about his mother. He didn't want anything to happen to the Woman He loved so much. "Five-day germs. You guys don't worry. Many friends too. Mom's gonna be okay. On Wednesday, I will leave. We'll have news later." Jihan said but they still opposed the woman's wishes. "Mothers. I can't be sapped." Jalwa. "The doctor told me I'm cured." The woman replied convincingly.
